Long Cheaters Poems
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Tomorrow is Our Taxing Day
By Franklin Price
4/14/2016
Tomorrow is our taxing day
The IRS will have its way
Unless you've filed or did extend
They'll stick it to you at the end
To get a refund you must trust
Deductions were not formed from dust
For smoke and mirrors with the forms
Could get you cells not college dorms
Do not tempt the audit man
Of cheaters he is not a fan
If all your figures not in line
Expect at least sufficient fine
You may find you have to pay
More than you gave from day to day
Write the check and see it's sent
To pay the Senate, House and President.
I am the gentlest and kindest guy
anyone has ever met,
lose my trust and you'll lose everything...
missing out on a lot;
I hate cheaters and liars
who fake their feelings
and end up in tears begging, hoping
that their mistake won't be goodbye!
Was it worth lying,
afraid of losing one?
Holding on to guys,
sharing their hearts:
you were a terrible thief getting caught
when words got mixed up
and you call his name instead of mine...
ah, you could have avoided crying!
Lose my trust and you'll lose everything,
before skies were blue, now they are grey;
before you had what you desired and didn't realize
that making the wrong turn made you pay a price!
Lose my trust and you'll lose everything,
even my affection and sympathy!
You weren't chosen by luck
and picked a lovely daisy to pluck;
it all came from me, from my generosity...
I got struck by a heavy rock
and bleeding I understood my plan stupidity:
sometimes wisdom comes late to hurt and shock!
Lose my trust and you'll everything,
you'll lose the essence of joy and hold nothing!
I can be the sweetest and kindest man,
if I get angry, step aside and get away from me;
you haven't shown to be too trustworthy,
your play has ended, the curtain is down!
I once knew a little girl coming of age. She often put her trust in people, places and things. She met liars, cheaters, users, abusers frequently in her mind, soul
her self esteem broke, her kindness taken for weakness she was labeled a fool,
crazy, stupid because she cared too much. ungrateful individuals seemed
to be captured by her presence. places she treaded searching for an escape
only to face mental abuse on repeat that turnt to broken trust, disappointments,
and physical abuse that turnt to brokeness. weariness seeking to regain her
Self-control, spiraling out of control, continously lied on, her name scandalized. She's wearing these labels for game? and often the topic for belittlement, She
was ridicule . This little broken, despite that she is overcoming, striving to stay
on track for this little girl is blooming into a woman that holds love in her broken
spirit to dim her light yet stillness and tranquility remains in her heart.
These are not events that took place very far in the past
These are obviously ongoing racial gaffes and contrasts
Where human beings are bombarded and mistreated
Where human beings are veraciously discriminated
Against, where politicians with supercilious smiles
And where election cheaters with camouflaged styles
Expel and reject Black people such as Africans and Haitians
And these same biased lawmakers welcome Ukrainians
With open arms, because Ukrainians are Caucasians
Because Ukrainians are Europeans and white
In your judicious eyes, is this right?
Black people are human beings too
Haitians are people too
Africans are people too
Ukrainians are people too
Are White human beings people too?
Please say something. Please write something
Please utter something. Please sing something
Singing ‘We shall overcome’ is insufficient
Not enough. You call yourselves ‘Christians’
Pour more Tetrahydrozoline HCL 0.05% in your eyes
In order to see clearly that the moon is not circled with hollow pies
From afar or from space, all humans are infinitesimally congruent
All human beings have red blood in their veins
And all humans are jam-packed with flaws and sins
Moreover there exists neither white blood, nor black blood
Blue blood is originating from chasmal whims, far from abroad
Fair-minded Readers ponder
And conscious minded Poets wonder
Apparently, Republicans are pushy and obvious
And Democrats are wishy-washy and dubious
Human beings must not be chased by wild horsemen
All humans must be welcome by clergy men and women
Anywhere on Earth
The Globe is everybody’s turf.
Copyright © March 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
I sat ready to take the Entrance Exam
Determined to give it my very best shot
Hoping my answers would get me in
But worried that they may not
I looked around at the others in the room
Already deeply buried in the text
Some quickly scribbling their answers down
While others seemed terribly vexed
One tester yelled, “This isn’t fair”
“These aren’t the questions I studied for!”
I saw two others tear the test in half
And fall crying on the floor
Cheaters caught looking at another’s exam
Where quickly escorted out
I was ready to open my test booklet
Suddenly filled with horrible doubt
I know I got the first question right
“What is your name?”, is all that it read
But I wasn’t prepared for the second one
“When was it that they found you dead?”
I knew then just what this exam was for
And what place I was testing to get in
I took a deep breath, prepared for the worse
And turned the next page to begin
There were no questions about what is in the bible
Or how often to church I went
There were no questions regarding any religion at all
Or how my Sundays I had spent
There were no questions about the Ten Commandments
Or about using God’s name in vain
There were no questions regarding prayers that were said
And no dogma for me to explain
There was just one question in the middle of the page
Answer it truthfully, I knew that I should
I reread that question about twenty times,
“Did you do all the good that you could?”
Suddenly I was awakened by a beeping sound
And a doctor saying, “We’ve got him back”
The Entrance Exam I will have to retake
Because I didn’t die from that heart attack
But now that I had a look at that test
I know what I need to do to be better prepared
So the next time I sit in the Examiner’s room
I can write about all of the people for which I had cared
Tortoise looked, couldn't see, hare disappeared.
Only him, tortoise win, hare reappeared.
the sportsmanship that
honesty competes often
eludes the cheaters
The Word of Life is joy everlasting.
In the game of life, we win, lose, and die,
patterns reasoning; be glad we're living.
Living for the trice, losers don't comply,
trifles our distractions are ankle-deep.
Count on time won't add up you'll meet Grim Reap.
Speed misjudged its breaks; odds knew--widow's mite.
Live yond your means, who are your family.
A hard worker, big spender, works in spite,
Jones styles for their smiles, save one--their envy.
Live simple, live smart unlike ducks and drakes,
odds knew--widow's mite; speed misjudged its breaks.
The hare expected to win and the tortoise knew he would lose--too much and too little of themselves, until fate intervened.
One sat under the apple tree until an apple fell on its head, and the other was on top of that tree, simply going out on a limb.
An English teacher named Rosie
Thought one of her pupils was dozy
He’d cribbed off the web
From a man in Zagreb
The language he’d used was too prosy!
In false glory he’d tried to bask
So Rosie she took him to task
She said it’s not neat
if you try and cheat -
when needing some help you should ask!
NB cheaters is an anagram of teachers!
Sadly this is based (with some poetic licence about Zagreb) on a true event in the school I worked at. The english teacher was fully aware of the capabilities of the student and it was blatantly obvious the work was not his and it was merely copied and printed off the internet ... he failed to get a mark
2/2/18
every inch of we
the wicked old
shall be new
but in the new bottle of year
the dawn of hungry refugees shall be same
the noon of busy cheaters shall be same
the dusk of torn bags of beggars shall be same
the eve of back home middle class tears shall be same
the night of abusive poor conjugal couple shall be same
only the year count down
shall be new,
the dressing up, the make up
the note books, the cash and ledger books
the fake oath
shall be new
but in the heart of old one
the new but not new
very a few,
in this foggy dew
changing hue
the wicked old shall come sure!
-(12/30/2019) 2: 45: 00 AM CTG, BD
I think I'll write a country song
about the weasel that 'done me wrong'
We'd have been married thirty years today
if he hadn't had a penchant to stray.
I got the pickup truck, so we'll leave that part out
but there's lots of other things I can whine about.
I can hit a few notes on this guitar of mine,
now I need to come up with some catchy line.
Country songs need to have a refrain,
something so catchy it'll stick in your brain.
They're all about liars and cheaters and such
and cheapskate dates who want to go dutch.
I'll make a fortune when my song's a hit.
My inspiration was my ex the ....jerk?
Yes, I think I'll write me a country song
about the weasel that 'done me wrong'.
I'll put in a verse about socks on the floor,
then casually mention his red-headed .... friend?
Maybe I'll say that he broke my heart
I'm still not quite sure where to start.
Most of what I write may even be true.
I could mention his cologne smells like... aqua velva?
Yes, I'm sure I can write one if I try.
It'll hit the charts and from there just fly.
I know I can write a country song.
Anyone can when they've lived this long.
We all have something twangy and sad,
something good in our past that turned out bad.
* any resemblence to actual events is purely coincidental
** and thanks Nancy for the blog that inspired this
If we kept feelings to ourselves
and avoided eyes not inventing lies,
none of this should have happened
and this secret would remain untold.
Here are two unhappy lovers clinging to false hope,
nothing we do, we'll change their rage so deep;
we have been caught in broad daylight;
do we feel remorse, anger, or even guilt...
do we go on pretending we'll be climbing a slope,
not realizing we'll roll down if we don't grope...
the ascension is smooth, the descent is steep!
We wanted to lead two separate lives,
seeing each other occasionally in strange places,
but losing our freedom is a hard blow;
we got to be very cautious and not show we know
one another, not getting caught by husband or wife:
we must forget we ever met in life!
Here are two unhappy lovers clinging to false hope,
faithfulness makes us slide down the strongest rope;
we try to hold on sliding down rough slopes:
this happens only to cheaters that have run out of lies!
None of this should have happened,
if we had been really careful and secretive,
not leaving messages with different names,
not making those ridiculous excuses
to get away; if we only had used common sense,
we wouldn't be scolded by pretense!
Did blind passion lead us to believe
in foolish play? Could this affair have been stopped?
Finally, the truth has come to light...
we are as shocked as they are planning
revenge, while we are feeling sadness and giving
into fear so disappointed for our failed plot;
we let urges run wild betraying their trust...
are we ready to admit how horrible is the cost?